By the time the cameras were set up and working, Ianto was thoroughly convinced that Tosh was herself. She was acting a bit distracted and distant, but being told you were dead and now uploaded onto a computer system could have that effect on anyone. He let everyone back into the Hub so Mickey could take up working with Tosh. He was glad to hand over the job. The tech wasn't his specialty. Setting up the cameras had been relatively straight forward but figuring out the time dilation device was something else entirely. Ianto also needed to keep himself available for the odd rift alert. The immortals on the team were trying to ensure that Martha never saw to one on her own. While Henry disliked leaving his fiancé's side, he still assisted whenever required since pitching in allowed Mickey to work undisturbed without worrying his wife's safety.

Though the team had regained Tosh's technical genius, her lack of a body hindered everything. She had to relay even the smallest instructions through Mickey. The only things she did have control over were the small cameras Ianto had set up. It was frustrating for both of them. A lot of people think that technology is mechanical. It should be a simple matter of circuitry and current but it wasn't like that at all. There were many things that Tosh had done simply by feel or instinct and while she was working through Mickey Smith, that aspect was gone. The art of her work was something that she couldn't communicate. Mickey was talented. He had a gift for the technological translation that had been required to download her consciousness off of the imprinter but figuring out the time dilation device was a different skill set. If Tosh had had a head, she would be banging it against the desk. By the end of the day both Mickey and Toshiko were extremely frustrated.

"NO! NO! STOP! STOP!" she shouted, loudly. She'd raised the speakers to an ear splitting volume and Henry jumped. The piercing shrill of feedback echoed through the Hub. "You can't do that! You could damage something! You could damage something!"

Mickey dropped the voltage meter probe onto the desk and then shoved the screwdriver to his left off the table in a fit of anger. "A lot of the guts are behind this plate. I have to remove it!"

"Use the fiber optic camera first!" she shouted.

"Where? Where am I going to fit it? The plate is solid!" Mickey said, waving at the device.

Henry stood up and put his hand on Mickey's shoulder. "Mickey, you have been pushing yourself a great deal. Perhaps an early night? A good night's rest and you can look at it with fresh eyes in the morning."

"Henry, I appreciate-"

"I think that's a great idea," Jack called out from his office. Henry and Mickey looked up. They hadn't realised the Captain had been watching them. "Mickey? Go home to Martha. Come in late tomorrow. And by late I mean I don't want to see you before eleven."

"Jack-"

"No arguments. Get out of here," Jack repeated.

Mickey collected his things and as he walked towards the garage, he let out a frustrated sigh and rolled his eyes.

"I saw that!" Tosh snapped at his retreating back.

Jack stood there and flicked his gaze upwards at one of the cameras. He looked at Henry and said, "Henry? Why don't you go stretch your legs?"

For a minute it looked like the Englishman was going to object, but he picked up his coat and sword and took the invisible lift up to the Plass. Jack waited for the dull sound of the paving stone sliding into place before he spoke.

"Tosh, I know you're frustrated but you gotta ease up on Mickey," he said, gently.

"If I could just get my hands on that thing, I would've had it figured out by now!" she lamented.

He said, sharply, "Well, you can't. That's not the way things are for you now. So suck it up and do your job."

Ianto came up from the east stairs with an awkward look on his face. He cleared his throat. Jack ignored him and said, into the Hub, "Make do with what you have. I can't tell you to get some sleep but you figure out a way to take a step back and you take it."

With that, he whirled away into his office. Ianto wasn't surprised when he saw him with his coat on. Jack was headed towards the roof. Ianto heard the water tower pumps cycling faster.

"Tosh? You all right?" he asked.

"Yeah, fine… fine," she said. She sighed, angrily. "Normally, I'd go home. I'd pour a glass of wine and shake off today. What do I do now?"

"I don't know," he said, walking across the room. He started tidying, picking up the mugs and emptying the bins. "When I died, I didn't know what to do with myself. I thought it was all still the same but everything needed to change. I had to change how I thought, how I saw the world, how I reacted to everything…" He gave a one shouldered shrug as he put the mugs into the sink and tied the bin liner shut. "It took a long time to adapt. I know it's nothing like what you're going through but you'll find a way, Tosh. If anyone can, it's you."

He went to put the Hub into night mode and suddenly the lights in the room dimmed. "Go on. Go home and get some sleep. Night mode's enabled."

"Thanks, Tosh," he said, walking towards the bunker.

"Oh for Heaven's sake, Ianto! You live in that hole in the floor with Jack?!" she asked with loud disbelief.

"It's cozy," Ianto said, smiling.

"Why didn't the two of you move into your flat?!"

"Just sort of worked out this way," he replied. He took off his suit jacked and draped it over his arm. "After what happened… I started spending every night here. Jack's bunker sort of became our bunker."

"Worth coming back from the dead to hear Jack Harkness has gone domestic," Tosh said, wryly. "Did you have to twist his arm?"

Ianto snorted a little with amusement. "Nope. It just sort of happened. It was mostly him, truth be told."

"Oh?"

He hooked his finger into his tie and began loosening it. He cleared his throat. "One night I rolled and bruise my elbow something wicked on the wall. The next day there was a double bed. Then it was a hamper. Then the dresser. Then a bigger wardrobe… Before I knew it, most of my things had migrated from my flat to the bunker. The Hub's my home now." His smile widened. "Couldn't imagine living anywhere else, come to think."

"Do you still let Myfanwy out on Thursdays?" she asked.

Ianto groaned. It was Friday. He'd neglected the chore. He turned towards the walkway and said, "I didn't get a chance yesterday."

"I've taken care of it. Go on, get some rest."

"Thanks, Tosh," he said, brightly. "It's great to have you back."

"It's good to be here," she said, flatly. She wished she could smile at him or wave or something but it was a disadvantage of not having a body.

Once the Hub was silent and everyone was gone, Tosh found herself feeling quite alone. She had no idea what to do, at all, and became bored almost immediately. To occupy her time she decided to read some of the old field reports but Jack was right. She needed to take a step back and reading about work wasn't taking a step back. That was when she noticed she had no Internet access. The Hub was completely cut off from the outside world. She couldn't even connect to the team's PDA's or mobile telephones. She couldn't surf the Web or download a novel.

There were explosives beneath the hard drive array that held her consciousness. The Hub was completely cut off from the outside world. Surely they'd know by now if there was a problem with the transfer. Why didn't Jack trust her? Maybe they were focused on getting Fish out of this mess and maybe they just hadn't gotten round to deactivating the explosives yet?

This isn't a Terminator movie. I'm not bloody skynet… she pouted. With no other way to pass the time, she returned to the old field reports and performance reviews. It wasn't boring reading. It was nice to know what the team had been up to. She more wished she had someone to talk to. No, that wasn't true. She wished she could have a bite to eat, a glass of wine and get some sleep even though she wasn't thirsty, hungry or tired. A bath… she thought with longing. The idea of slipping into a nice hot bath after such an emotionally exhausting day was an idea that taunted her, snickering at her nastily from the back of her mind.

She thrust aside the disappointment and kept reading the reports. She'd have to bother Ianto to start digitising some of the older files. Or at the least, upload an e-book or two. She wasn't sure how many old reports she'd gone through before the invisible lift began to descend. Seeing in this new form… body…. whatever it was… was confusing to say the least. She could access a number of cameras simultaneously. She could see and hear all over the Hub. She saw Henry on the lift from a variety of angles, following him as he descended. When the paving stone reached the bottom, she expected a greeting of some sort but none came.

Henry walked into the kitchen for a glass of water and then back towards his slow moving fiancé. He set the water glass down and sat in the desk chair. Tosh saw how he struggled, forcing himself not to touch Fish in any way. He picked up a small book from the edge of the worktable. He didn't open it. He reached up, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

His voice started out soft but grew stronger as he spoke. "I put the final touches on the seating chart. I know you didn't want to be bothered with it. I delivered all the place cards to St. David's. They offered us a suite for the night again but I told them you had wanted to return home afterwards. The florist rang to let me know she has found a quantity of calla lilies in that deep purple you liked. She said it would be extra but I know how much you liked them…" Henry continued to drone on about wedding plans for a few minutes. Tosh felt terribly for him as he spoke to someone who couldn't hear him. "Anna rang yesterday. She wanted to fly up early but I dissuaded her. I told her how adamant you were that Peter not miss any more school since he is struggling so…" He trailed off, his voice faltering. He choked out a few sobs.

"I wish you could hear me. I miss you… so much. Your warmth. Your humour." Henry wiped at his eyes, sighing deeply. "I want you to know that I will never leave your side. No matter how long this takes. I love you, Joe. I will always love you."

He rolled his chair closer to Fish, searching the fearful and confused face. He nearly reached out for Fish's arm but stopped himself.

Obviously, Henry thought he was alone. If Tosh had a body, right now she'd be squirming. She shouldn't be eavesdropping on such a private conversation, even if it was one-sided. She was about to turn off the cameras to give Henry privacy but he stopped talking and opened his book. Tosh had been so deprived of entertainment, she immediately honed in on it.

She thought he was going to sit and read in silence. So, she was surprised when he said, "Where were we, love?"

Tosh didn't manage to zoom in on the title before Henry began reading aloud. She had no idea what the book was and she didn't care. It was better than reading old reports. Henry's voice was low and soothing. It was like listening to an audiobook.

Henry continued for a while. At first, she didn't care that Henry was starting in the middle but after a while, the fact that she was completely lost began to wear on her. The book was complicated and Tosh was having trouble following all the characters and plot. Without thinking, she asked aloud, "What are you reading?"

Startled, Henry dropped the book and leapt up for his weapon. He looked around and then relaxed. He was a little embarrassed. He cleared his throat into his fist and then clasped his hands behind his back. "Ms. Sato… my apologies. I had forgotten that I was not alone."

"No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to eavesdrop and it's Tosh. People say Ms. Sato and I turn around and look for my mum…" she apologised. "You were reading and I was, well… bored. There are only so many old field reports you can read before you want to hear about something else. You didn't answer my question. What are you reading?"

"Joe enjoys the fantasy series, A Song of Ice and Fire," Henry said, closing the book. He held it up to the camera. "It is a series of five, quite lengthly novels. The author is writing more. This is the fifth novel, A Dance with Dragons."

"No wonder I feel like I'm missing something," she said, with a small laugh. "I've heard of it. People raved about it but I never liked fantasy so I never bothered. It sounds good though."

"Fantasy is not my favourite genre of literature either but it is quite a thrilling tale. If you'd like, I can start at the beginning for you." Henry walked over to Fish's desk and dug through one of the drawers. He picked up a very worn copy of the first book. He frowned at it. "I believe the pterodactyl has been gnawing at this…"

Tosh laughed. "She likes paper. Always has. You don't have to start over for me."

"I am not foolish. I know that Joe can neither hear nor see me and that reading to him is more for my benefit than for his," Henry said. He turned the book in his hands, examining the damage. "I would be happy to help alleviate your boredom, as I feel somewhat responsible."

"It's not your fault," Tosh insisted. She turned on the computer monitor next to Henry and displayed herself on the screen. "No one even introduced us properly. I guess that's what happens when you're disembodied."

Henry turned and smiled. He bowed slightly and said, "I'm Henry Fitzroy and, as he cannot speak for himself, this is my intended, Doctor Joseph Fischer. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Toshiko. Though Joe has never met you, he speaks of you often with great admiration for your skill and intellect. I would like to apologise for this… unusual situation in which you find yourself."

"It's lovely to meet you both," she said, smiling. She took her glasses off. She wondered if she could modify the program so she didn't always appear with them on. "And stop. You don't need to apologise. I'm sure Jack wouldn't have done this if there was another way." She turned the camera towards Fish. "So, how'd you two meet?"

He smiled broadly. He muttered to himself, "It was one of the best days of my life." He cleared his throat and said, "I had just arrived in Cardiff from Canada. I'm afraid I have been unable to shed my sixteenth century mentality towards flight. I despise air travel…" Henry trailed off, suddenly realising Tosh may not be in possession of certain facts. He began nervously fiddling with the worn pages of the book.

Recognising the fiddling's origin, Tosh said with a friendly smile, "Ianto filled me in, Henry. Don't worry. Your secret's safe with me."

Henry smiled and continued with his story. "As I was saying, I find air travel most unnatural. I stopped at the hotel bar for a drink to calm my nerves. Joe was sitting at the bar. I sat down next to him."

Tosh rested her chin on her hand and smiled. "Quite the chance meeting."

"Indeed it was. I had originally planned to go up to my room. I missed the elevator and became impatient," he remembered, fondly. "We began seeing each other. I moved to Cardiff some months later."

"And now you're getting married," she said, the smile widening. "It's so romantic. So let's hear the proposal story. Who proposed you or him?"

Henry coloured a bit. "I did."

"Was he surprised?"

He smiled at the memory. He'd taken so long in deciding how to propose to Fish that his lover was very surprised when the time finally came. "Joe is quite fond of the New Year. The others were kind enough to take the shift so that I could deliver my proposal. I asked him to dance with me during the countdown. I think he thought I merely wished a romantic kiss at midnight, but instead, I dropped to one knee to ask for his hand."

"I'll try to get him to the altar on time for you."

"Our upcoming nuptials are not my most pressing concern. Joe's safety is," he said, leaning back in his seat. "As I have said, I believe there is some greater danger here of which I am being kept ignorant."

The immune suppression… Tosh realised. Well, she certainly wasn't going to tell Henry about it. The poor man looked distraught enough.

"Since I'm up, I could try and find a way for you to talk to him," Tosh offered. "I could work out something with ultra low frequency or-"

"I appreciate the thought, Toshiko, but you should rest," Henry interrupted.

"I don't know how. I haven't figured out if I can sleep. I'm afraid that if I try and I start dreaming, I might accidentally do something to the Hub's systems." Tosh put her glasses back on and stretched forward. She sat back up and shrugged. "I'm not tired anyway. I'm not tired anyway."

"Well, let us get your mind off of your work then," Henry said. He opened the tattered book and started to read.